My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

"Fillip!"

Freya was directly dumbfounded by the situation; she hadn't expected Fillip to seek death in any way.

She rushed over quickly and tried to pull Fillip, but Fillip had longer legs than her and he was too fast for her to pull.

Seeing Fillip standing fixedly in front of the truck, waiting for it to smash his body into the ground, Freya's heart was

so scared that it almost burst out from inside her chest.

The truck was getting closer and closer to Fillip, and Freya was too frightened to look at the scene in front of her.

She thought that Fillip was destined to be run over by the truck and bleeding profusely. Surprisingly, in the nick of

time, the truck braked violently.

"What's wrong with you? Swallow your own pills if you want to die, don't come to me! You're crazy!"

The truck driver cursed, moved the front end quickly and drove off to the side, fearing that he would be pestered

by Fillip, a desperate madman.

Seeing that Fillip had not been hit by the truck, Freya could not help but let out a long breath of relief.

Fearing that Fillip might not be able to think straight again, she hurriedly went over and pulled him towards the road

with all her strength.

"Fillip, calm down, don't go crazy!"

Fillip, however, as if he had not heard Freya's words, he murmured demonically, "Lucy is cold down there, she's

afraid of the dark, I'm going to stay with her, I'm going to stay with her ......"

Step by step, Fillip was about to walk towards the middle of the road again, Freya was so anxious that she had a

bright idea and hurriedly yelled at him, "Fillip, if Lucy sees you looking for death like this, she will be very

disappointed!"

"You've disappointed Lucy enough when she was alive, can't you continue to disappoint her when she's gone?!"

As expected, after hearing Freya's words, Fillip paused.

He lifted his face, his red-blooded eyes devoid of the slightest focus, as if, instead of being a flesh-and-blood human

being, he was merely a soulless shell.

The biggest reason for all the tragedies in Lucy's life is because of Fillip.

Freya liked Lucy from the bottom of her heart, so after Lucy left, she hated Fillip to death, but now, looking at this

man in front of her as if he had died a thousand times long ago, she suddenly didn't hate him that much anymore.

But there were some things she couldn't help but say to Fillip.

She hooked her lips, her eyebrows smiling, but with obvious sarcasm.

"Fillip, you didn't cherish Lucy when she was alive, and now that she's gone, you're looking for death, for whom? Is it

meaningful?"

"Fillip, if Lucy had a spirit and saw you like this, she would be disgusted from the bottom of her heart. How could she

have fallen for a man like you back then?"

Fillip stiffly moved his lips, and in his eyes, shock and distress gushed out like a tidal wave, and he looked at Freya

with bloodshot eyes, like a beast on the verge of extinction.

Suddenly, he tugged the corners of his lips in self-deprecation, "Yeah, Lucy thinks I'm disgusting. She thinks I've had

sex with Regina, she must think I'm extra extra disgusting!"

"But I didn't! I didn't touch Regina! I've never touched anyone else but her!"

Fillip clutched his head, his words seemed to be speaking to Freya, but in fact, it was more like he was talking to

himself.

"I haven't touched anyone else, I really only have Lucy! I was just too slow in love, I didn't see my heart clearly."

"I loved Lucy, I really, really loved her, I would have ripped my heart out for her, but now, she doesn't want it."

"She doesn't want to be buried with me, she doesn't even want to see me again when she dies! Lucy hates me, she

hates me! Lucy doesn't want me!"

"Lucy, how can you not want to be buried with me! We're husband and wife, we should be buried together! Lucy, I

won't keep you waiting for me for long, I'll be there for you soon! When the time comes, please don't ever leave me

again, let alone ignore me."

"Lucy, I'm the one who's wronged you, but you've been so cruel to me! You've gone and taken my heart, too ......"

"Fillip, come on." Freya wasn't used to comforting others, and she didn't want to comfort Fillip.

But thinking that Lucy had once told her that her greatest wish was for Fillip to be well, she still said softly to Fillip,

"Fillip, Lucy asked me to tell you a few words."

"Lucy has something to tell me?" In an instant, Fillip's eyes were lit up with starlight, and he excitedly grabbed

Freya's arm, asking impatiently, "What does Lucy have to tell me? What does she want to say to me?"

"Fillip, you saw those last words that Lucy left for you. She said that she believed you would become the greatest

fashion designer. Lucy told me that she was prouder than you of every award you won."

"In her mind, you are the most talented man and she wants to see that one day you can lead Nirvana and stand at

the top."

"Fillip, Lucy also said that she wanted you to be well, to live well, to see you well, and that even if she died, her heart

would rejoice."

"Fillip, in the future, don't die again, Lucy must not want to see it."

"Live well ......"

Fillip murmured these words over and over again, his eyes sad, "How can I live well when she is no longer here!"

"However, I will not fail to meet her expectations of me. I will become the greatest fashion designer, and in the

future, all my work will be for her."

Hearing these words from Fillip, Freya finally breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter how hard he felt inside, he must not end his life so easily again now that he had a goal.

In the near future, Fillip really led Nirvana to the top, Freya did not expect, when he became the world's premier

costume master, he held all the honors and died with Lucy.

Freya was about to leave, but Fillip suddenly spoke up, "Freya, does Lucy hate me?"

Freya turned and looked at him with immense seriousness and said, "No, Lucy doesn't hate you, she appreciates

you."

"Fillip, Lucy is grateful to you. Because when she was fifteen and her mother died, you gave her a chocolate when

she was most upset. She said that it was the warmth she could never forget."

Because there is so little warmth, that little bit of warmth is engraved in Lucy's heart.

Freya's eyes could not control the wetness, what a silly girl! That little bit of warmth was enough for her to

remember for the rest of her life, and what a poor girl!

In her life, she had had so little warmth.

"Chocolate?"

Fillip suddenly thought of something, and his face changed.